Prologue
The moon shone brightly in the dark blue sky and a shimmering light made its way through a tiny hole in the thick stone wall that let no sound escape, thus she remained unheard as she sat huddled on the floor, weeping. Her tears ran silently down her cheeks. She felt the cold of the stones through her thin shirt and beneath her bare feet. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders and down her back in wild untamed curls. From time to time she buried her hands desperately in them as she lost count of time and knew nothing else to do. Yet she was not broken. Far from that. It was only a matter of some days ere she would be let out again and then, she thought to herself, she would leave this horrible place. They had no right to keep her from her destiny. Just because her mother was dead and her father a pirate was no justification whatsoever to hold her captive in this orphanage where they were forced to commit themselves voluntarily and gladly to God and a life that would please him. But it was not for her. She felt the salty water running through her vains and it had been in her family for generations. She had always felt it. It was the reason why she now sat here in this isolated room deep down in the catacombs of the orphanage where they put the girls that did not behave. She had tried to run. And she would try again. And again. Until she would succeed. Her heart beat faster, as always when she thought of the world outside the cold stone walls on a lonely hill on a caribbean island. She saw the sun set on the horizon, she heard the gentle noise of the sea. She dreamt of sails passing towards the sun in the golden evening sun. The dreams helped her. She closed her eyes and calmed down with memories of ships and water and fresh air and the wind making her hair dance. Then she fell asleep and dreamt of better days.